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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 8 of 15]

I didn’t lean in yet. I was too busy pushing three fingers into my cunt and grinding the heel of my hand against my clit, the stretch making my eyes flutter. She watched over her shoulder while she reached between her own legs and started rubbing the cake into her pussy in slow circles, the wet sounds of both of us mixing. When she pushed two fingers into herself and started fucking them in and out, hips rolling in a lazy rhythm, I came a third time, longer, a low moan that turned into her name as my walls fluttered and pulsed.

She laughed, delighted, and crawled onto the couch beside me without quite touching. Frosting coated her from collarbone to thighs now. She scooped more from the ruined cake and painted thick white trails down the insides of her thighs, then sat with one leg folded under her, the other stretched so her cunt was fully on display. Cake crumbs and cream clung to the soft hair and the swollen lips. She slid two fingers in again, deeper this time, and used her other hand to pinch and roll her frosted nipples until they were red and stiff beneath the cream.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 9 of 15]

“I’ve touched myself thinking about you too,” she said, voice breathy now, hips rocking gently on her own fingers. “About those nights you said you were alone and I imagined you with your hand between your legs the way it is right now. The way you’d look at my pictures and get yourself off.” She added a third finger, the wet sound filthy and loud. “Cum for me again. I want to see how many times I can make you do it before you finally touch me.”

I did. I couldn’t stop. My fourth orgasm left me trembling, dress completely ruined, thighs shiny with my own slick. Still she kept going—standing once more, bending over the table so her ass was high and the cake smeared between her cheeks dripped onto the marble in slow white drops. She reached back and fucked herself with four fingers while looking at me, mouth open, soft moans turning sharper, the gold bottoms still half-hanging off one hip. I matched her rhythm, fingers plunging, clit throbbing under my palm, and came a fifth time with a cry that made her smile like she had won something precious.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 10 of 15]

She crawled back onto the couch, straddled my thighs without quite sitting, and took my free hand. She guided my fingers through the mess on her breasts, then lower, until my fingertips brushed the sticky, cake-covered folds of her pussy. She didn’t push them inside—just held them there while she rocked her hips, painting my hand with frosting and her own slick, the heat of her cunt radiating against my skin.

“One more,” she whispered, leaning close enough that her breath ghosted over my lips. “One more while you feel how wet I am for you. Then you can decide if you want the rest.”

I came a sixth time with her soft, frosted cunt sliding against my fingers, my own hand still buried in myself, the two of us locked in that filthy, perfect loop. When the aftershocks faded I was shaking, empty of resistance, my dress a crumpled mess around my waist, my thighs trembling.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 11 of 15]

I pulled my hand free of my own body and reached for her face. She met me halfway. The first kiss tasted like cake and champagne and the salt of her skin. Her tongue slid against mine, slow at first, then hungry, frosting transferring from her lips to mine in sticky sweetness. I felt her smile into the kiss, and something in my chest finally unclenched.

We stood together. Her hands went under my dress and peeled it off in one smooth motion. My bra followed, then the soaked panties that clung to me. We were both naked now, bodies pressed close, every shift smearing cake and cream from her skin onto mine. Her breasts flattened against mine, sticky and soft, the hard peaks of her nipples dragging across my own and leaving white trails. I felt the soft give of her stomach against mine, the heat of her thighs.

She walked me backward until my legs hit the couch again and we sank down together. I ended up on my back. Mrunal straddled my hips, leaned down, and kissed me deeper while her hands mapped my body—cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until they ached, sliding lower over my ribs and the soft plane of my stomach. When her fingers reached my cunt she found me still open and dripping. She pushed two fingers inside without hesitation and curled them, stroking the spot that made my back arch and a broken sound leave my throat.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 12 of 15]

I reached between us and mirrored her. My fingers slid through the mess of cake and her own wetness, then sank into the tight heat of her pussy. She was silk-soft inside, clenching around me immediately, the walls fluttering as if they had been waiting. We fucked each other like that, slow and deep, mouths still joined, frosting transferring with every shift of our bodies, the wet sounds of our fingers joining the quiet of the apartment.

She sat up enough to watch my face while her fingers worked, adding a third and spreading me open. I did the same, eyes locked on the way her breasts moved, still streaked with white cream and chocolate crumbs that fell onto my stomach with every roll of her hips. Cake crumbs stuck to my skin. I added a third finger and she gasped, hips rolling harder, grinding her clit against the heel of my hand while her free hand squeezed my breast hard enough to leave marks in the frosting that now covered both of us.

We found a deeper rhythm—fingers plunging, thumbs circling our clits in matching circles, bodies rocking so that our breasts slid sticky against each other. The wet sounds were loud and filthy. Every few strokes one of us would lean in to kiss again, tasting cake and each other, tongues sliding slow and deep. Her free hand painted more frosting across my collarbone and down to my other breast. Mine did the same to her, scooping what was left from her thighs and smearing it higher until both of us shone under the warm lights.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 13 of 15]

I felt her start to tighten around my fingers. I curled them harder and rubbed her clit faster, watching her mouth fall open. She did the same to me, the pressure perfect and relentless. We came almost together—her first, a long shuddering moan as her cunt clamped down on my fingers in waves, hips jerking, more cake crumbs falling from her breasts onto mine. Then me, hips lifting off the couch, crying out against her shoulder as my own orgasm tore through, walls pulsing hard around her fingers.

We kept moving through it, slower, gentler, until the aftershocks faded into soft tremors. She collapsed onto me, laughing breathlessly, our bodies fully sticky now. Cake and cream and our combined slick coated everything—breasts, stomachs, thighs, the couch beneath us. She rolled us so we faced each other on our sides. Her fingers stayed inside me, still gently stroking the sensitive walls. Mine stayed inside her, feeling every residual flutter.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 14 of 15]

We kissed again, slower now, tasting the mess on each other’s mouths, the sweetness mixed with the salt of skin. Her free hand painted more frosting across my back and down to the curve of my ass, fingers dipping briefly between my cheeks. I did the same to her, scooping what was left from her thighs and smearing it higher, over the soft cheeks of her ass and back between her legs where my fingers were still buried. We were filthy, shining under the warm lights, balloons and the ruined birthday cake the only witnesses.

She pulled her fingers free after a long moment, brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean, tasting myself and the lingering cake. Then I did the same for her, watching her eyes darken as she licked my fingers slowly, tongue curling around each one. The taste was us and sugar and everything I had denied myself for years.

 

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Cream, Frosting and Distance

[Section 15 of 15]

We stayed tangled, bodies sticky and marked, kissing and touching without urgency now. Her thigh slid between mine, pressing against my still-sensitive clit. My hand cupped the soft weight of her breast, thumb brushing the frosting-smeared nipple until it hardened again under the cream. Outside the windows the city kept moving. Inside, the only sound was our breathing and the soft wet noise of fingers occasionally slipping back between slick folds for one more slow stroke, one more shared shiver that made both of us smile against each other’s mouths.

When we finally stilled completely we were both covered—faces, chests, stomachs, the insides of our thighs, the soft places between our legs—glazed in the remains of the cake and each other. Mrunal rested her forehead against mine and smiled, eyes half-lidded, frosting still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered.

I kissed her once more, slow and deep, and tasted nothing but sweetness and the future we had just started.

Starring: Mrunal Thakur and Tapsee Pannu

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy

Wishing you a truly happy birthday, girls